My Husband Is Not Easy To Mess With. - Chapter 45: Is the Sky Falling?
Chapter 45: Is the Sky Falling?
Nie Yao took his wife and skipped work together, enjoying a pleasant honeymoon at their new home.
He granted the holiday himself.
Reporting to work after that was also based on his own consciousness.
Nie Yao had previously caused a major disturbance in the court, forcefully setting a five-days-on, two-days-off work schedule for all officials. According to his calculation, today was a workday.
Early in the morning.
Having finally waited for their superior to start working, a crowd lined up to report their work, and Nie Yao handled each matter in turn.
The steward was positioned at the end because the matter he had to report wasn’t particularly important.
“My Lord,” the steward said, “a young master, a direct descendant of the Zong family from Yuan Kingdom, wishes to see you.”
Why would someone from the Yuan Kingdom seek him out?
Nie Yao didn’t think this was a big deal, and had already stood up, ready to go have a meal with his wife.
The steward added: “He said he wants to ask for your help in finding someone, and for this, he is willing to offer one million taels.”
“Oh? Who does he want to find?”
“Du Suilan.”
After speaking, the steward lowered his head significantly. “This subordinate sent people to investigate his intentions. Please take a look, My Lord.”
Nie Yao quickly read the small document.
It stated that the young man who had been squatting near his door for two days was Zong Chuiyu. This young master came to Yu Kingdom to help his older brother find his sweetheart.
His brother, Zong Huan, was the designated heir of the Yuan Kingdom’s foremost noble family. Zong Huan was very popular in the Yuan Kingdom—countless women and ge’er wanted to marry him, but he remained unmarried to this day for the sake of the ge’er he fell in love with at first sight.
Nie Yao finished reading.
His expression changed dramatically.
“This Zong Huan… he hasn’t married yet?” Nie Yao frowned. Even without intending it, the murderous aura around him was about to spill over.
Their Lord is becoming more and more formidable!
The steward felt pride in his heart.
He dutifully replied: “Reporting, My Lord, yes. Rumor has it that ever since he fell in love with Du Ge’er at first sight, he has never touched any other women or ge’er, showing great devotion.”
Devotion my foot!
In the end, hadn’t he already been sullied!
What right did a man who had lost his virtue have to pursue his wife?
Overestimating himself!
Nie Yao: “Drive the person away! What does a rich man squatting at my door count as? Is he showing off his wealth to me?”
His tone was quite unpleasant.
He also instructed the steward to go to Outpost No. 2 to find a hundred strong men to surround the house. If Zong Chuiyu dared to approach, they were to arrest him.
And send him to experience commoner life in prison for a while.
“Yes, this subordinate will go and handle it immediately.”
The steward left.
Nie Yao rubbed his face with both hands, recalling his wife’s words about having many men pursuing him. Once again, he had a genuine realization of how popular his wife was.
“Wife, Zong Chuiyu came looking for you.”
Nie Yao would not hide such news from his wife, and he asked, “What is your relationship with him? Do I need to entertain him?”
Due to limited time, the information Nie Yao’s subordinates investigated was not comprehensive.
Currently, he was unclear about the exact relationship between his wife and the Zong brothers. If he was a friend with some connection, should he perhaps detain the person for fewer days after arresting him?
“Zong Chuiyu?”
Du Suilan drank the soup Nie Yao fed him and pondered for a moment.
His wife’s lips were moist.
His tone showed he didn’t take the person seriously. “Oh, that idiot… what’s wrong? Does he also want to give you money to help him find me?”
“…Mhm.”
Nie Yao nodded.
The helpless yet slightly annoyed expression on his face made Du Suilan burst into laughter.
“Pfft haha… Husband, your current expression looks like you’re about to murder someone!” He joyfully found a mirror and had Nie Yao appreciate it himself.
Nie Yao was resigned.
He took after his father in this life; even without an expression, his face looked like he was angry. Since childhood, children his age would run far away when they saw him.
Later, he spent a few years on the battlefield.
He looked even more terrifying after returning.
He wasn’t ugly, though. In his previous life, he would have been a quintessential cold-faced hunk. But in this life, there was no such term. People like him in this world were collectively known as “Calamity Stars.”
“Hahaha!!!” Du Suilan couldn’t stop laughing. He threw himself into his husband’s arms and offered a half-hearted comfort. “Haha… it’s okay, Husband, I’m not afraid of you, hahaha…”
“Alright, alright.” Nie Yao scooped him up and settled him properly. “Don’t laugh yourself out of breath, or you’ll be uncomfortable later.”
“I won’t be!”
Du Suilan hugged his husband and hummed, “Who told you to be so famous and yet so approachable? When they come here looking for someone, of course, they all seek your help first!”
In fact, Nie Yao was very famous throughout the entire realm.
However, it wasn’t a good reputation.
He was greedy for wealth, and his power was great.
A rumor had always circulated in Great Yu: as long as you paid enough money, the Minister of Revenue could settle anything for you. Within the borders of Great Yu, anything he agreed to do was certain to be accomplished.
Coupled with the fact that Nie Yao truly settled things for some unfortunate little victims who had suffered injustice, eliminating the bullies who oppressed them, this matter became even more firmly established.
Du Suilan whispered into his ear, “Husband, if someone gives you money, will you meet anyone?”
“Cough… well…”
It used to be that way.
As long as enough silver was paid, he would take time to meet those with requests.
But that was because he was poor.
Nie Yao didn’t feel it was shameful to earn money.
It was just that he instinctively felt his wife didn’t really like him doing this, so he explained, “You know, I have quite a few people to support under me, so I was always a bit short on cash before.”
The main reason was that those troops were too big of eaters.
And he couldn’t possibly let them go hungry.
Making people work without feeding them enough was just too much—Nie Yao couldn’t do it. To prevent his soldiers from starving, Nie Yao had been conserving and generating income over the years.
“Don’t worry, I won’t do things you don’t like in the future,” Nie Yao promised him.
“You’re so good, Husband! Since that’s the case, I’ll give you another three million taels in pocket money!”
His wife was truly seizing every opportunity to give him money.
But he really couldn’t!
Nie Yao resisted the temptation, “Don’t mention it, Wife. A man with money turns bad. What good thing could a person be if they spend their wife’s money with a clear conscience without doing anything in return?”
So, stop giving him money.
He didn’t want to turn bad.
Nie Yao stood firm on his principles. “Rest assured, Wife, I have some businesses under me, and the profits have always been acceptable.”
His income wasn’t low.
It was just that his expenses were too high, making him appear poor.
Nie Yao told his wife not to worry about his finances; he wasn’t that short of money. All the scrimping was just a habit developed from being so poor in Moshuo Commandery back then, leading to the current tendency to instinctively want to pocket any money he saw, even when he was more comfortable.
“You’ve suffered, Husband.”
After their talk, Du Suilan wanted to give his husband money even more.
He truly had a lot of money, enough for his husband to spend freely!
“Let’s not talk about this, Wife.” Nie Yao, who didn’t want his pocket money to increase further, quickly changed the subject. “I heard Father-in-law hasn’t left his room for the past few days? What’s wrong with him?”
“I’m not sure.”
Du Suilan ate the small wontons Nie Yao fed him, bite by bite. After swallowing, he said, “Daddy asked the Imperial Physician to prescribe him calming medicine. He probably just wants to sleep.”
“Is Father-in-law… exhausted?”
“No.”
Du Suilan understood his Daddy. No one but his A-die (other father/husband of his Daddy) could make him refrain from working for three consecutive days.
Du Suilan had finished eating and shook his head, indicating he was done.
He rested his face on Nie Yao’s shoulder, his voice slightly soft, “Daddy… he is probably dreaming of A-die.”